Idols falls like autumn leafs swept away by ice cold rain

where are you now when the sinners who gave you power cry out in pain?

and when the world turns darker than you can understand

where is your supremacy then, you delegates of the holy land?



Bloody nights for all the sains who used to shine so bright

between this world and eternity there is not a single fight

grasping for straws you amongst your remnants desperatly digs

only to find our that the ground is always frozen for miserable pigs



who dares misery love

and hug the form of death

dance on destruction's dance

to him the mother comes



face the king of the burning ground

he who decides how the future begins

he who'll show them a world without you



and he, who rules the burning ground

represents the change that you fear

a world without your boundaries

a world without your control



he who lovest the burning ground

have made one of your hearts

and he, hunter of the burning ground

mayest dance his eternal dance



he who lovest the burning ground

now tears your souls apart

and he hunter of the burning ground

laughs when he dance on your graves



idols die like meadows green when frost unleash its cold

and when all love is gone now, what will the future hold?

the memories you leave behind - just splinters which in the wind blow

go abandon your hopes and die in pain - it's biblical you know



forget about the future you knew did not exist

your work is being pounded to dust by Satan's armoured fist

you pledged allegiance to your lord, your golden cross you kissed

in the valley of death, thy kingdom gone, it vanished in the mist